But cruel twists of fate and stroked luck dance merrily along. Swim with your father's sperm. And in your neighbor's water bed. They lock hands during red rover. And drop from clouds after hiding umbrellas.
We are not the same. We cannot move mountains. Birth and Rite and Dress code determine almost everything.
But Iago's unmitigated wrath and Mary's window watching faith stroll through pavement and onto bedroom bed covers. They fill early morning key holes and breathe between hugs. between arms. tween eyes and lashes and hearts. lone tweeners and lone hugs and lone arms eyes lashes and hearts.
They tussle hair and milk heavy handed heart attacks. And they make love on backstairs. And they quarell down schoolroom halls. Throwing tantrums while dropping books, turning backs while crying selfishly.
They slip into forgotten wall ceiling sealant cracks. They stab at dolphin's waves. And Glint Vikings' eyes. They light your way toward Mordor.
You are not the same. You cannot do as they do. Nature and Stance and First Mother's Moments determine almost everything.
But cruel twists of fate and stroked luck also dance merrily along. Beside you. So you may as well try. You. May. As. Well. Try.
Dumb, poor and ugly sometimes [call] catch [snort] birth [shit] cum oddly loaded dice. And become president.